Looking up, she asks, “It was the best ever. Can we do it again?”
Wrapping my arms around her, I assure her, “Oh, we sure can. That, babe, was just round fucking one.”
“Ijust had the best sex of my life,” I say with a big smile to Shay.
I just went over the weekly reports she sent me, which I’ve been diligently keeping up on. Shay is also abreast on how things have been progressing with Shane, but she doesn’t know the latest.
I felt it deserved a FaceTime call and not just a text.
So here we are.
“Girl, yes!” she exclaims, pumping her fist in the air. “I knew it would be good. Hell with all that ‘taking things slowly’ crap. I was never on board with it. I say fuck that boy as much as you can.”
I fall back on my bed, laughing. “Oh, I intend to.”
Sighing, she smiles and says softly, “On a serious note, Willa, I am so happy for you.”
I sit back up. “Thank you.”
Adjusting her phone on the little stand it’s on, she then asks, “So, what’s next? I mean, like, when you two get back to Phoenix. Are you officially a couple now?”
I realize then that I don’t really know what we are.
We’re friends, yes.
And now lovers.
But what are we status-wise?
Is this just a fun island fling?
Biting my lip, I say, “I have no idea what we are, Shay.”
She crosses her arms. “Well, that’s your assignment before the next time we talk. You sit that boy down and get him to tell you his thoughts on where you guys stand. You need to know if this is all just fun and games for him or what.”
One thing about Shay, she is a no-nonsense kind of gal. I love that about her.
I reply, “You’re right. In fact, I’m going to talk to him tonight. We found a bottle of really good champagne tucked away in the back of the fridge, and the plan is to drink some later out by the pool. I’ll ask him then what we are.”
“Good girl,” Shay says. “And Willa?”
“Yes?”
“Make sure whatever he wants is what you want to.”
“I will,” I assure her.
Her brow creasing, she asks, “Whatdoyou want?”
I shrug. “I don’t know exactly, but I know I want more. I don’t want to just hook up here on this island, then get back to Phoenix and that’s it.”
“Oh, girl.” She shakes her head. “Then you definitely need to talk with him.”
She’s right. After all, I just healed one broken heart.
I don’t need another.
“Pour me one last glass of bubbly,” I say with a giggle as I hold out my flute.
